Dirt

C F G

C                                                 F                                            G
You get your hands in it, plant your roots in it, dusty headlight dance with your boots in it  (dirt)
C                                                F                                                G
You write her name on it, spin your tires on it, build your own cornfield whiskey bonfires on it  (dirt)
G
You bet your life on it

           C
Is that an old shade red roads clay you grew up on
     F
That plowed up ground that your dad damned his luck on
     G
That post game party field you circle up on, and when it rains you get stuck on
        C
Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up
    F
And mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up
    G                                               Am
Her blue eye summertime smile looks so good that it hurts
                          Em               G                                C
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt

C
You've mix some sweat with it, taken a shovel to it
F                                                                G
You've stuck some crosses and some painted goal posts through it  (dirt) you know you came from it  (dirt)
G
and someday you'll return to it

     C
This elm shade red rust clay you grew up on
     F
That plowed up ground that your dad damned his luck on
     G
That post game party field you circle up on, and when it rains you get stuck on
        C
Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up
    F
And mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up
    G                                               Am
Her blue eye summertime smile looks so good that it hurts
                          Em               G                                C    F
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt

G                                G
You know you came from it (dirt) and someday you'll return to

     C
This elm shade red rust clay you grew up on
     F
That plowed up ground that your dad damned his luck on
     G
That post game party field you circle up on, and when it rains you get stuck on
        C
Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up
    F
And mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up
    G                                               Am
Her blue eye summertime smile looks so good that it hurts
                          Em               G                                C
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt
                          Em               G                                C
Makes you want to build a ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt

C, F, G                                                          C (fade out)
      You know you came from it, and someday you'll return to it

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